Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

Mo Xiuchen followed Gu Kai into the office, glanced around the room, then walked to the sofa and sat down.

Wen Jin also walked over and sat on another sofa. Gu Kai poured a glass of water for Mo Xiuchen, then sat down next to Wen Jin and said calmly: "Xiuchen, if you are here to ask me about you In the past, I can only say that I don’t know, and you don’t have to ask.”

Mo Xiuchen said nothing, picked up the cup and took a sip of water gracefully. He held the cup in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at Gu Kai and Wen Jin, "Of course you don't want to tell me about the past, but now you say, you don't I know. Ah Kai, can I understand that you can't tell me what your difficulties are."

Wen Jin's eyes changed slightly and he said, "Actually, you don't need to ask anyone. If you want to know your past, you can't just rely on other people's words. If we lie, we will only mislead you."

The implication is that he can't trust anyone's words.

Not only what they said, but also his father, Mo Jingteng, and Cheng Jia, who bore the title of his fiancée Cheng.

Gu Kai listened to Wen Jin's hint and nodded in agreement: "Xiuchen, A Jin is right. Our words may not be true. You should rely on your own feelings."

Mo Xiuchen looked at Wen Jin and Gu Kai, and after listening to their singing, he snorted with some displeasure, "What was the relationship between Ranran and I before?"

"Xiuchen, what do you think is the relationship between you and Ranran?"

Gu Kai curled his lips and smiled and asked the question without answering.

Mo Xiuchen frowned, Wen Ran's sad look appeared in front of his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but tighten: "If I knew, would I still ask you, Ah Kai, but she is your sister, and you don't want to see her sad, right? "

"yes."

Gu Kai calmed his expression and nodded seriously.

Of course he didn't want Ranran to be sad, but so what if he didn't want it. Without Mo Xiuchen, how could Ranran be happy.

Mo Xiuchen continued to ask: "Since you don't want Ranran to be sad, then why are you unwilling to tell me what happened before, and what is the relationship between Ranran and I? Could it be that I have done something to hurt you before?" It’s a matter of course.”

Gu Kai shook his head: "Xiuchen, I can't tell you. You really should stop asking us and find out through other means."

Mo Xiuchen's handsome face changed, and when he saw Gu Kai's firm attitude that he would not say anything even if he was beaten to death, he stared at him coldly.

For a long time, Gu Kai was just silent. Mo Xiu finally lost his patience and was too lazy to waste time with him. He stood up, said "I will check it myself" and left.

After walking out of the hospital, Mo Xiuchen looked back at the hospital behind him and pursed his thin lips slightly.

He came to Gu Kai not to learn anything from him, but to confirm his suspicions.

Sure enough, they didn't tell him anything, and the man who was with Gu Kai reminded him not to believe others' words.

How could he not understand that he was referring to his father, Mo Jingteng, and Cheng Jia.

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Half an hour later, Mo Xiuchen was sitting in a restaurant and called Cheng Jia

Before Cheng Jia returned to China, she told him the address of her home, so he deliberately found a restaurant that was not too far and not too close to where Cheng Jia lived.

If we walk, it will take about ten minutes no matter what.

He sat down next to the window on the second floor, leaning lazily on the chair with his tall body, holding his mobile phone in one hand and stroking the cup with the other. When Cheng Jia's joyful voice came, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was full of joy. A hint of indifference and coldness sounded: "I'm at a Sichuan restaurant not far from your home. Come here now."

"Xiuchen, have you returned to China?"

On the other end of the phone, Cheng Jia asked pretending to be happy.

Mo Xiuchen snorted coldly in his heart and said in a nonchalant tone: "Well, I'm back in China. The sun is not very hot today. You don't need to take a taxi. You need to exercise your feet more. Come on foot. I'll pick you up later. .”

"Okay, Xiuchen, I'll go now."

Cheng Jia was extremely happy, especially when Mo Xiuchen said he would pick her up later, she was absolutely delighted.

The curvature of the corners of Mo Xiuchen's mouth deepened, and he could hear that he was very happy: "Then come out quickly."

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the cup and drank water gracefully, admiring the scenery outside through the glass window. This city was where he lived before, but he was unfamiliar with it and had no impression of it.

After the waiter served the food, Mo Xiuchen was eating the food while thinking about whether it would be uncomfortable for Cheng Jia to walk here from home, and whether her foot would be sprained again?

She thought that if he wanted to pick her up, he would definitely not know how to take a taxi, and she was eager to take a romantic walk with him.

What would her expression be like if she knew he was lying to her?

Thinking about Cheng Jia's phone call in the morning, he didn't know what he said to Ran Ran, which made her suddenly change her mind. Not only did she not accompany him to get familiar with C City, but she also shed tears sadly. He felt a knot in his heart and became even more angry with Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia arrived not too slowly, of course, for her injured foot.

Ten minutes later, she appeared in Mo Xiuchen's sight. When he looked out, he happened to see Cheng Jia fall to the ground. He didn't know whether it was a show for him or whether he actually fell.

She got up, crossed the street, and then entered the restaurant.

When he came to Mo Xiuchen, he looked at him happily, "Xiuchen, when did you come back?"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes swept over her lightly, his handsome brows furrowed, and he spoke in a cold voice, "What did you get on your clothes?"

Cheng Jia was startled at first. When he lowered his head and saw the dust on his clothes, he immediately showed an embarrassed expression, "Xiu Chen, I accidentally fell just now."

"Really? I wanted to pick you up, but I was too hungry, so I ate and waited for you. How could you fall? Did you really come all the way?"

There was a trace of doubt between Mo Xiuchen's brows, and he raised the corners of his mouth in a funny way. Seeing this expression in Cheng Jia's eyes, his heartbeat accelerated, as if he was crazy.

Seeing that she was looking at him infatuatedly without answering, Mo Xiuchen lowered the curve of the corner of his mouth, and the lines of his facial features were tinged with a hint of coldness at any time, and said calmly, "Let's eat first. I ordered one of their restaurant's signature dishes. You taste it to see if it tastes good."

Only then did Cheng Jia look away from his face and look at the table full of delicious, delicious dishes. Her face changed slightly, and a trace of timidity appeared in her eyes.

She never eats spicy food.

However, Mo Xiuchen chose the Sichuan restaurant. This restaurant is also famous in G city. It has spicy flavor and is called authentic. Not to mention her eating it, when she entered the restaurant just now and smelled the smell, she felt a little unbearable. .

She pursed her lips, raised her head and said apologetically, "Xiuchen, my feet are not healed yet, so I can't eat spicy food. I'll eat with you."

Mo Xiuchen frowned in displeasure, "What's the point of eating alone? I let you come out just to eat. If you don't want to eat, just go back."

When Cheng Jia heard this, her face suddenly turned pale.

Mo Xiuchen had always been indifferent to her and rarely invited her to dinner. If she didn't eat and made him unhappy, he would probably ignore her even more in the future.